Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
I reach down and adjust the gym shorts I’m wearing. My eyes linger on Riley’s clothes. The shirt she is wearing is a few sizes too big. It reaches nearly mid-thigh, concealing her shorts. So it looks like all she is wearing is a fucking shirt that belongs to a man. She may think she’s covering up, but instead it looks like a damn mini dress.
It’s pure sex appeal. All I can think about is Riley wearing one of my shirts and nothing else. I’m sure all the shitheads in this gym are thinking the same thing. I should be pleased she has a shirt on. The others are only in sports bras. Riley has a curvy body and tits that would be a perfect handful for me. They’re for me alone and no one else. I don’t even want them thinking about her tits.
“All right, team three, take the benches. Team one on the left side of the court and two on the other.” Coach Smith starts lining up balls in the center. I follow Riley over to the bleachers to sit down.
“What is this?” I ask Riley.
“Dodgeball.” She groans. The fuck. Do these people think I’m going to let them throw balls at Riley? They must have lost their damn minds.
“That’s not happening.”
"Nikolai, we have to play or get our grades docked." I grit my teeth as I watch the first two teams start to play. If Brent’s team wins, it would be nice to linedrive him in the face with one of those balls. I mean, I’d rather use my fist, but a ball will suffice for now.
“What was Brent saying to you earlier?” Riley remains quiet, pissing me off. “Fine, you don’t want to tell me, which leads me to think it wasn’t good. Guess I’ll just have to knock his block off with that ball when I get my turn.”
“Like you have room to talk,” Riley mutters under her breath. Before I can ask her what she means, the coach blows the whistle, causing teams to switch. In a moment, I'm going to shove that whistle down his throat.
“Hey.” I follow Riley as she takes off without me. I’m disappointed that Brent's team lost, but not shocked.
“Maybe I should take my glasses off,” Riley says when I come to stand beside her.
“Why? You can’t see without them.” She’ll end up hurting herself.
“If I get hit in the face, they could break.”
“Right.” I bark a laugh. That isn’t happening. Still in a mood, Riley glares at me. Her nose scrunches. It’s kind of adorable. She needs to cool it because I just got my dick under control. Her fiery little attitude is such a fucking turn-on.
The coach blows the whistle again for us to start. I dart forward, grabbing two balls before anyone else can. I toss one to Riley. She catches it with almost a panicked look of ‘what the hell do you want me to do with this,’ making me smile. Yeah, fucking adorable.
I’m not paying attention to the game until a ball goes flying past me, headed for Riley’s face. I catch it. Riley had called it. I zone in on the blonde, still unsure of her name. I think it might be Vicky, or maybe Nicky. It doesn't fucking matter. She’s called out since I caught her ball.
Her oversized lips are pursed. It looks painful. I lob a few balls, staying close to Riley. As the blonde tags herself back in, I observe that her focus is on Riley. The second she throws the ball toward her, I launch my own. The dumb bitch is so focused on Riley (not that I can blame her) she doesn’t see my ball coming. The ball strikes her in the side of her face just as I am catching the one she tossed.
Riley snorts a laugh as the blonde screams and falls on her ass. Riley covers her mouth to not laugh harder.
“Nikolai, you’re out,” the coach calls. “No head shots.”
“My aim is shit,” I shout back across the gym. I turn and wink at Riley who still has her hand over her mouth. “My aim is perfect,” I tell her under my breath. Her body shakes with silent laughter. I wish I could join her, but I’m still burning up inside.
That cunt was gunning for Riley. I’m getting the sense that she might be part of what’s happening at school here with Riley. If she thinks because she’s a female that makes her safe from me, she’s going to get hit upside the head with more than a ball. I don’t give a flying fuck who or what you are when you cross someone that means something to me. All bets are off. You’re no longer innocent. And unfortunately for the blonde, Riley means a lot to me. More than I’m even willing to admit to myself just yet.